Hiram

A balloon constructed of orange, green, and ivory cloth drifts calmly towards your lair. In comparison to the landscape the floating object certainly does stick out and it's a wonder how it hasn't been taken out of the sky by any other clans.

It lands on the ground with a thump drawing the attention of any dragon who may have been oblivious to what was drifting towards their home. When it was first spotted in the clan some dragons may have been under the assumption that the balloon would have contained a young hatchling. Instead they are met with a full grown Guardian struggling to get out of the basket.

He does not seem phased by what he sees around him after all he once called the Scarred Wasteland his home years ago and has seen far worse in his lifetime. He dips his head in greeting and wastes no time in introducing himself.

"Hello my name is Hiram. I come from a land known as Windfall Village and I was seeking out a new place to call home. My travels have brought me here to your clan and I hope that you will accept me as one of your own."

What he has experienced in the past is put behind him. Whether this new life will be better or worse than his old life is up to fate to decide.